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[outofclothes]

video.

Please tell me this place doesn't go all out for every goddamn holiday. I know we're past the technical holiday season, but please tell me there's going to be no cupids or chalky heart candies for people to pass out.

Otherwise, I just straight up quit.

[Don't ask him how. He can do what he wants, Barge. You're not his real mom!]

text - vin.

hey ms. daniels, managed to swim your way out of the bottom of a bottle yet?

[Not that he has a lot of room to judge. But to be fair, he's cut back if only for her sake to try and encourage a little sobriety for her. Downside, of course, being that the angel in his head is too happy, but you take the good with the bad and keep going forward.]

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[routemistress]

Last year we 'ad a flood where we got magically turned into our off-Barge love interests. My inmate got swapped out for 'is bunnyboiling shapeshifting ex and she murdered me with a broken bottle from jealousy. Then she nicked me clothes and spent the next two days impersonating me. Best Valentine's ever.

On the upside? No chalk 'earts.

[outofclothes]

[AHAHAHAHA no. God, Stark could use a drink just thinking of the million and one ways that would be fucking terrible. But he resists. The angel just continues tutting.]

The lack of chalk hearts doesn't even begin to make that worth it.

[routemistress]

Right? That's our Admiral's sense of humour for you. I'd brace meself if I were you.

[outofclothes]

Yeah, I'll be sure to get straight to that later.

[this_corrosion]

Wait, what?

[routemistress]

Coud've been worse. I didn't 'ave any bunnies she could boil.

[this_corrosion]

Yeah, but you got turned into someone else and then murdered, fucking hell.

[darknessb4me]

It does.

[outofclothes]

Peachy.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

He made us like people two years ago.

[Face. She has a crush. She had two crushes. She did not like them.]

[outofclothes]

He can do that?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Face. What'd she say.]

[outofclothes]

Man this place fucking sucks.

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[indispensible]

shut up.

[She's not even drunk right now gawd u_u]

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[outofclothes]

sorry, can't. physically incapable of it.

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[indispensible]

did you want something?

[silvestris]

Oh, please. If the worst thing that happens for Valentine's is that we get a lot of stale candy, you should thank your stars, sailor.

[outofclothes]

Depends on if he tampers with the candy.

[silvestris]

[She starts to retort in a knee-jerk sort of way, but stops herself and then laughs. It's a little bitter sounding.]

You're right. I used to think it was such an outrage. He really knows how to wear us all down.

[mercurialize]

Chalky heart what?

[outofclothes]

You know. Those weird little candies with messages on them meant to coerce people into liking you or something. Generally tasteless chunks of sugar.

[mercurialize]

I don't really know, no.

It doesn't sound that great though so why is it something for a holiday?

[this_corrosion]

I quit too. You know, just on general principle. Is it February?

[outofclothes]

Unfortunately. Wonder how festive the Admiral's gonna get with St. Patty's Day.

[Stark lights a cigarette.]

[this_corrosion]

It was only October when I died, where did three months go?